blackboard
Three-foot platform
This is the world where you spend your life.
We thrive in your world.
A piece of chalk.
In your hands.
Into words on the blackboard.
And turn it into knowledge in our minds.
One pointer at a time.
in front of you
Keep dancing
Instill the principle of being a man into our hearts.
Chapter 2: "Thank you"
The evening breeze blew through my ears, listening to a little autumn.
Telling the deep past under the banyan tree.
Reach out your hands and touch the shadow of fallen leaves, but you can't hold the fleeting one.
The hourglass between your fingers, the sunset is slowly passing away.
The greeting from the other end of the phone is faint and astringent.
Turn into missing, dilute the misunderstanding in the teacup.
Wordless emotions have paved a solid bridge.
Set one, please.
Chapter 3: "Thanks to the teacher"
Thanks to the teacher,
You gave us knowledge.
If you are a gardener,
We are the flowers in the greenhouse,
Grow up little by little under your watering.
If you were a candle,
We are the endless darkness by the candle,
You lit us up,
Help us find the way to the light.
If you are Baiyun,
We are the sky,
Without white clouds, the sky will lose its luster.
The teacher really appreciates you,
Thank you for your kindness to us,
You are very kind to us,
We all remember.
You've been educating us all your life,
You are selfless,
You taught us all your knowledge without reservation.
In the spring when flowers are in full bloom,
I want to be a bright sunshine,
Add a little luster to you.
On that hot summer day,
I want to be a parasol,
Keep out the hot sun for you.
In the autumn when the leaves are falling,
I want to be a coat,
Keep you warm.